South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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explained when we think of all the fresh cakes, doughnuts, and pies awaiting our coining at the store across the street. I wonder why it is that all wake up and start from their seals with such alacrity when they hear the gong for recess? The remembrance of what is waiting for them at the store, probably. Right here, we will give the secret of the sophomores’ great contentment. The freshmen look up to us as their superiors; the juniors are so happy in their new honors that they do not think of us at all, and the seniors spend all their spare time in ridiculing the poor little freshmen. All leave us to ourselves, and no one bothers us, so what reason have we for discontent? Then with our advantages and disadvantages, we, the sophomores, of South High, are contented to remain as such until sixteen credits land us safely in the junior room, there to remain until twenty-four credits pass us into A” room, as much envied seniors. INGA BORE BJORAKF.R. 7

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£ iiplunmirr IGtfr From her high and loftly pinnacle the stately Senior often looks down— down with scorn at her smaller brothers and sisters who are slowly, but surely, climbing up the steep ladder of knowledge. We. the sophomores, gaze, with eyes which shine with eager and admiring light, at the seniors in their far-off lower. Hut although we admire them and often dream of that remote time when we shall be seniors, to us as to all others come work and play. and. of course, we do each in its own proper time. Just ask the sophomore teachers, and we are sure they will tell you so. To each dignified senior who feels himself so much above us. we plead for just a little patience and ask him to recall the days when he. too, was a sophomore. To us. the sophomores of South High, work comes in just about as fast as we can master it. We do not think of complaining, though, but would rather try to make you believe it is quite easy for us and you will have to blush for shame when you remember how hard it was for you. How often can you seniors recall the times when the morning was dawning in the cast as you laid aside your books and went to bed? Now. the committee who laid out the course, must have expected to find among the sophomores some rather bright pupils or else we should not have such hard tasks laid out for 11s in our second vear of high school. The few who venture into Caesar's tossing boat are confident and bold. Some are tossed out by numerous parallel lines and those who manage to hang on are continually lamenting their choice and looking forward to the time when they will be safely landed on the opposite shore, if with only an average of seventy-five. Oh. the subjects that all must take! How bravely we trace Caesar’s march to Rome and remember the favorite date, ten-sixty-six. None are excluded when it comes to reciting the Ciettysbcrg speech, and when we come to Emerson—that is not our lightest task. I11 winter, we are continually tempted by the snowy hills and smooth lakes. They seem to draw us to them and away from our lessons. Then, it is that the poor little sophomore sometimes yields, and as a result neglects his lessons and receives the dreaded minus. Of course, all do not do so, for many of them receive cards that even a junior or a senior would be glad to own. In autumn and spring it is even harder to get our lessons; then it seems almost impossible to study as long and as hard as we should. There is time for work, but there is time for play, and we sophomores claim our share of each. In school we study so hard we do not have time to play. Still, to nearly everyone there comes a time when he feels he must whisper and joke and the funniest part is that we want to make the most noise just when our teachers want us to be the most quiet. Perhaps that applies to all because it seems that juniors and seniors have just as much trouble as anyone else along that line. When we near the end of the fifth period it is noticeable enough that all get fidgety and restless, but this is 16

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Slip Siutior (Haas In the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and seven there entered into the South High School a most remarkable collection of young descendants of Adam. Quaking with fear, vet filled with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. they came in groups of two and three and after aimless wandering through the unknown labyrinths of our institution were at last taken into custody and tied to a desk. The first year saw a great miracle performed. Where they had been timid, they were now bold; where they had been frightened, they now turned about and frightened others in turn: where they had been small and insignificant. they were now magnified and important. Ah. what a change was there, my countrymen! They had gorged themselves with knowledge; they had seen life; and were now a part of the army on the world’s highway. They were now full of faith, hope, and charity. They knew the joy of power, the intoxicating pleasure of predominance over a lower order of human beings. Their means of communication had discovered the secret of perpetual motion. Their bump of knowledge had developed faster than their physique could withstand. They were the salt of the earth, their cup was overflowing. Selah . Finally, however, another year went by, and another change came, this time a more logical, sensible change. Conceit gave place to self-reliance. The rough edge became smoother, and the result was pleasant. As a Junior class this group of young people banded themselves together into one solid organization. Good fellowship was the predominating influence that resulted in perfect harmony in all the actions of the class. To be one of the many members of such a society is for the good of any person in all the phases of his character. The Junior class is now striving to attain the next milestone on life’s journey, to possess the proper dignity and sober-mindedness of the sturdy Senior. JAS. SANAKER.